The Beauty of a ” Nothing” Day

Dear Reader:

Occasionally when a ” nothing” day rolls around ( like yesterday) I can just feel all the tension slowly oozing out of me … and it gives me time to pause and appreciate the ordinary beauty around me.

I ordered this book on moonflowers to give Anne to take on her Alaska trip throughout most of September. But right after giving it away… I did a stupid thing-I was cleaning out and watering my climbing trellis of moonflowers when I realized I had cut the ” main water artery” to the leaves. I was heartbroken… but unbeknownst to me one artery was still working and the title pictures show the two furled moonflowers still surviving and trying their darnedest to bloom -evening will tell.

Isn’t it crazy how neurons can pick up on an image from the past with one word-in this case ” nothing?”

My ” Uncle J. B. ” ( kin folk farmer whose cotton fields connected to Grandpa Charlie’s) was a ” Goliath ” of a man… especially in overalls. It seemed like there was something always wrong with his health… heart, gout-etc but still he was one of the funniest men around.

The few times the farm families took time to celebrate the crops he was always entertaining the crowds… here is J. B’s ” famous ” nothing” joke.

Talking about the poor plight of the cotton farmer…” We started out with nothing and I imagine when we die…we will still have most of it left.”

J. B. could even laugh at all his ailments… ” At a certain age in life…it’s no longer a question of staying healthy. It’s a question of finding a sickness you like.”

Part of the reason I needed a down’ day yesterday was cheering for Rutledge playing his first football game of the season at Phillip Simmons High School. He is the quarterback.

Walsh and Mollie kept sending me photos and videos throughout that hot hot game! I might have been home but I was jumping up and down the whole game!

Rutledge had a great start scoring several times and the team won by quite a substantial margin. My niece Ady cheered at her first Sertoma game at Wando-a busy Saturday!

***So glad Clemson didn’t start Saturday… I would have had nothing left in me to give! The plight of a grandmother!

So until tomorrow…

” ” Today is my favorite day” Winnie the Pooh

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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